HELENA'S POV
I put on the dress Matteo bought me, a little slutty with a long slit at the side exposing my creamy thighs. My eyes had lesser dark circles than it did in the morning, but nothing eyeliner couldn't fix and throwing on a perfect shade of red lipstick which Matteo had also slipped into the bags, I didn't know he had taste like that and I loved it.
"Damn" Matteo deep voice filled my voice when I stepped out of the room to him waiting just outside my door, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his biceps with the veins ripping through them.
"You look – "
"Like a hooker" I completed for him, and he looked at me like I was crazy.
"No damn – you look hot, you are hot and you should be mine" he breathed in my ears pulling me close, his deep husky voice causing goosebumps on my skin and I shivered slightly. This was all new, all these feelings that were beginning to ignite because of Matteo, the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me on the spot.
"And God, if I wasn't dying to take you out, I'll take you right here and now" it wasn't just his words, it was the way he delivered them, the sexual tint in his voice, the lustful look in his eyes when he looked at me. I let him kiss my neck, and bite my flesh softly. I enjoyed the feeling of it, I enjoyed his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me to his chest and God – was he handsome. Dark blue eyes, darker than Dante's, full eyebrows and lips that would entrap you in a different universe. I used to hate Matteo, he was such a cunny bastard, but that moment he was beginning to make me feel things I only read about in books and watched in dirty rom coms.
I blushed at his words and he kissed my cheek, taking my hands in his and pulling me with him.
"How's your leg" he asked
"Better, now that I'm not so stressed and it doesn't feel like someone is pounding at my hip with a claw hammer, it's fucked up you know" I said back and by this time we had reached the kitchen and I leaned by the counter while Matteo fumbled for his keys.
"That I can't dance anymore. Dancing was the only thing I had and now I don't have it anymore" I added and Matteo looked up from his search to peer at me.
"You have me now" he said. He walked to me and cupped my face with his hands "You have me and everything else in the world, I promise you that"
"Really?" I looked into his eyes, desperate, frantic and vulnerable. It felt like I stood at the edge of a cliff that fell to nothing but there was Matteo either pulling me back or willing to fall with me.
"Hell yea – you really don't know how special you are and I'm going to show you that every goddamn day"
I smiled and it reached my eyes, I could even feel it in my stomach. "How about we start with getting me drunk"
He smirked "Now that's what I'm talking about. Come on"
It was way past midnight, the air was slightly but nothing I couldn't manage not with the heat from Matteo's body radiating unto me. By the time we stepped into the club, I had gulped almost half the liquor bottle and the world danced around me. Immediately, I was engulfed in the heat of the club with Matteo tight at me heel, his hands had found a permanent place on my hips and I couldn't complain, inf fact I relished it.
The music was loud and the club was hot, sweating bodies grinding against each other but Matteo kept me close to him while I danced on him. I allowed myself to engulfed in the heat of the moment, in fact I craved this feeling of abandon. My face felt numb but every other part of body felt alive with euphoria, with bliss and with pleasure. So when Matteo's hand slid up my bare thigh, inching closer and closer to the heat between my legs, I let out a soft but reckless moan.
"You're a bad boy" I whispered close to his ears. Matteo was definitely the kind of guy to have a raunchy quickie in the rest room of the club and for some reason, I craved it.
"Tell me you don't like it" and at this point, his hand had slightly grazed my vagina and I sucked in a breath, feeling the tingle run down my legs.
"You – " I couldn't even get my words right, and I wondered if it was the alcohol and the feel of Matteo's hands on me. "Now I know why you bought this dress"
"You can't blame me for being creative baby, now come closer" he pulled me to him, in one swift motion "Just relax into me and let me work my magic on you baby"
I let out a long breath, wrapping my hands around his neck and slowing I could feel his hands finding their way to the pool of wetness between my legs and he inserted one finger in.
I gasped, almost losing control of myself but he held me in place.
"You're so fucking wet – " he said, his finger going in and out of me while he whispered dirty nothings in my ears. I struggled to stand straight and at that point I was oblivious to everyone around us. It was just us, me and Matteo in an empty space but with music so loud and the alcohol swirling in my system.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered in my ears.
"Stop and I'll kill you"
I could see his smirk under the dancing strobe lights "Fiesty"
He rammed his finger deep inside me, slowly increasing his tempo till I could feel a building pressure in my stomach and I gripped tightly unto his shirt, another hand gripping his hair till an unexplainable orgasm rocked my entire body and I was left shaking in Matteo's hands.
I saw stars, brightly lit stars clouding my vision and I have never felt so ecstatic in my life. Cloud nine, I was on the twelfth cloud.
"Wanne get out of here?" he said to me
"Yes, but first I'm starving"